C-BO - FO RIDAS Lyrics

UhThis one's fo the moneyUhVerse 1We ridin raw '97 suburban's wit the chrome kitEvery nigga on trigga ready to dome splitGot a millionBut still ain't satisfiedGold thangs on every old school that we rideGot keysSo many g'sBitches on they knees dyin to get wit theseIf a bitch ain't about her money man i can't fuck wit thatGot to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yakAsk yo folks bitch like 40 i'm so serious about my scratchLivin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batchFrom vallejo to sacPushin new lacs an '96 ac'sWe roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crackSome million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sackFrom 'ol skool seven-deuce chevy's an glass packsRepresentin to the fullest, the west-side of the mapWhere we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mackRidas.*(chrous- c-bo)*I was born in hell juss to be a ridaWit lo-lo's an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridasKeep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridasDesperado outlaws do the dirtVerse 2I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratchPushin the '9-7 lac, movin keys of yakAn ain't a damn thang changed about the dope gameBut the bitches size the money an the price of the caineFrom ruby 13-5's is how we get itCracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get itIf it's money then a nigga, gots to get itHit it an quit it, but i ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticketI'm a savageAbout my cabbageI gots to have itAutomatic, movin through traffic prepared fo staticGot a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uhJackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trickMutha fuckaz can't hang wit the garden blocc gangPackin tech's, quick to wreck brainsI'm insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caineTo kill first like a rida, is the rules of the gameRida.*(chorus)* x1Verse 3Diamond rings, an chains down wit the rolex nameRidin lexus's in texas i where my pits get trainedMo painThen i proceed to gainLike a gumbo pot full 'o sell 'em up full of caineGot a 4-5 got a stang i'm major pain inflictin painNo pain, no gainWas out fo murda when i cameDon't tame mo niggaz, then a million man marchAn hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heartNo marks in my game, then bump an pull triggazMash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggazI'm real wit this, that's why they kill wit thisYoung ballaz on alcohol, that'll peel yo shitDon't try to act like you hardcoreKnowin you ain'tMafia's ready fo war bringin the yellow tankWestcoast is the spot where i slang my yeyDistributin it nation wide, all across the stateFo ridas.*(chorus)*